It's 7:10 on a Saturday morning, and I'm desperately awake. I've been fighting a cold all week, and it's finally moved into the gross "oh geez, can't breathe" phase. Ryan's in bed, asleep, and I'm watching "Dream House" on HGTV and running a virus check. And sneezing my head off. I think I'm going to go mainline some Dayquil and contemplate breakfast.
This morning I absolutely cannot breathe out of my nose. It's really gross.
Dayquil and I have become close friends.
Anyhow, hope you're feeling better soon, love!
Take care of yourself!
xo